Eve was glad for the dimness of their surroundings that hid her blush as she echoed, “Cheers.” She held Aspen’s gaze as she sipped at her drink, but the heat that filled her belly when she swallowed had nothing to do with the alcohol and everything to do with the way Aspen’s dark, dark eyes had dipped to focus on her lips.
“Let’s dance!” Lydia shouted as she jumped to her feet.
“Hell yeah!” Jack cheered, grabbing Kit’s hand and dragging her along as he took off after Lydia.
Aspen set her glass on the table and inclined her head toward the writhing sea of bodies their companions had disappeared into. “Would you like to dance?”
Eve bit her lip as she surveyed the gyrating, bouncing crowd. “I’m not very good.”
It wasn’t a no, and Aspen smiled at her as she slipped out of the booth. She extended a hand invitingly as she said in a voice layered with longing and promises, “Don’t worry. I am.”
Anticipation fluttered in the base of Eve’s throat put her hand in Aspen’s and allowed herself to be led to the dance floor. The heavy bass, flashing lights, and the suffocating press of bodies that surrounded them as they waded deeper into the throng would have been overwhelming on any other night, but tonight, with Aspen’s hand curled protectively around her own, they barely registered.
They found a bubble of space just large enough for the two of them maybe ten feet from where Kit, Jack, and Lydia had ended up, but all thoughts of their companions disappeared when Aspen turned to her with bright eyes and an easy smile to pull her close. It wasn’t the first time Aspen had held her, but her pulse picked up all the same as she looped her arms around Aspen’s neck and their bodies melded together.
Wrapped in the anonymity of the crowd and the darkened room, Eve yielded without hesitation to the press of Aspen’s hands on her hips that guided her into motion. Left to her own devices, she would never have been able to replicate the way her hips rolled and swayed with Aspen’s, but with Aspen’s body pressed so perfectly against hers, it was the most natural thing in the world.
She closed her eyes as she surrendered to the moment, curling one hand around the back of Aspen’s neck as her other fell to rest atop her sternum, delighting in the way the music pulsed through her and the feeling of Aspen’s breath falling in hot waves against her lips. Arousal, hot and molten and so very devastating coiled low in her belly when Aspen’s hands dipped to grab her ass and pull her onto a muscled thigh. She felt more than heard Aspen’s moan when she ground against her, and shewas helpless but to lift her chin to drink in that sweet sound of pleasure from its source.
Her stomach clenched as the hands on her ass tightened and Aspen’s tongue delved into her mouth with devastating precision, and it was all she could do to hold on as they kissed slow and deep and dirty right there in the middle of the dance floor. She’d never done anything like this before. Had never thought herself capable. But goddamn did she never want this moment to end.
She felt alive and completely, blissfully unburdened. She was a creature of want, driven by desire, and Aspen was the only thing that could slake her thirst. She needed to be closer. To taste. Touch. Take.
To be taken.
“God, Eve.” Aspen’s voice, rough and ragged and overflowing with the same potent, heady hunger Eve felt, slipped through the haze that’d enveloped her.
Eve swallowed thickly as she dragged her eyes open, and her nipples tightened painfully when she found Aspen watching her with a heavy-lidded, hungry expression. A thrill shot through her as she drank in the hunger that shone in Aspen’s eyes. She tugged Aspen closer to flick her tongue over Aspen’s lips. Her clit pulsed at the wanton groan that rumbled in Aspen’s throat as she withdrew, and she smiled with a brazenness she hadn’t thought herself capable of as she said, “Take me home.”
After their very public submission to the magnetic push and pull they’d been resisting for what felt like forever at the club, it’d only taken a brief exchange for them to confirm they’d both prefer to explore it in the privacy Aspen’s home provided. This was too new. Too fragile. Too terrifyingly perfect to expose it to the eyes and ears that would be waiting for them back at the Morrisons’ sprawling manor.
However, focusing on the road with Eve’s hand high on her thigh wastorture, and Aspen breathed out a soft sigh of relief when she pulled into her garage without crashing into anything.
She prayed Eve didn’t notice the way her hand trembled when she lifted Eve’s from her leg, and she drew a slow, steadying breath in through her nose as she lifted Eve’s hand to her lips to kiss the back of it. She was no blushing virgin, but she felt like one as she lifted her eyes to Eve’s and their gazes locked in the dim yellow light of the bulb from the garage door opener overhead.
Had she ever wanted someone as much as this?
Eve Morrison had swept into her life like a tornado, and in barely more than twenty-four hours, she’d rendered her irrevocably changed.
Her breath hitched as she threaded her free hand through Eve’s luscious locks to draw her into a deep, languid kiss thatsmoldered with promises and possibility. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure at the taste of Eve moaning into the kiss, and she followed the tug in her chest that urged her closer to deepen their connection. Time ceased to exist as she lost herself in the heavenly spiral that was one hungry kiss bleeding into another, and she struggled to catch her breath as she opened her eyes to drink in Eve’s kiss swollen lips and flushed, gorgeous face.
Aspen carefully untangled her fingers from Eve’s hair to stroke her cheek with the backs of her fingers. Her throat tightened with emotion at the way Eve leaned into her touch, her features softening with pleasure as she basked in the gentle caress. Her pulse pounded in her ears as she traced the fullness of Eve’s lower lip with her thumb, and she groaned softly as she closed the distance between them to taste her once more.
“I need you,” she confessed in a cracked whispered against Eve’s lips. She reverently cradled Eve’s jaw as she sealed the words with a tender kiss. “Please let me take you to bed.”
Aspen clenched around nothing as Eve’s broken and breathless, “Yes,” fell against her lips on a sigh of pure surrender, and it was in that moment that she realized the answer to her own question—no, she had never in her life ever wanted anyone like she wanted Eve Morrison.
The trip to her bedroom was a blur of stumbling, halting steps, accidental bumps into walls, and an especially graceless tumble up the stairs as she tried to navigate them backward to not disrupt Eve’s fingers that were busy with the buttons on her shirt. The process was clumsy and needy as they kicked and tossed their clothes aside heedlessly in their lust, and by the time Aspen used the pressure of her kiss and her body to guide Eve onto her bed, she felt like every single cell in her body was alight and thrumming with desire.
Her skin burned beneath Eve’s hands that swept up and down her back as she settled between her thighs. Her abs tensedas Eve’s nails bit into her shoulders, tugging her down as long, toned legs hooked over her hips to hold their bodies flush. The press of Eve’s heels in the backs of her thighs urged her closer, and she buried her face in the crook of Eve’s neck as she resisted the impulse to comply.
There was no question they were going to fuck long and hard into the early hours of the morning, but she didn’t want to rush it. Their time was already so unfairly limited, she wanted to stretch and bask in this moment for as long as she possibly could.
Eve had other ideas, however, as her hips lifted off the bed so she could grind against her. Aspen groaned as her body overrode her brain and instinctively complied, pressing down against the slick, hot arousal that coated her skin to draw a sharp, delighted gasp from Eve’s lips.
Fuck it. Next time will be slow.
She nipped at Eve’s neck as she braced herself on her left forearm so she could capture Eve’s breast in her right hand, and she dragged a kiss over Eve’s jaw to her ear as she squeezed it roughly. The jolt of Eve’s hips and her uninhibited cry of pleasure hinted the rougher touch was exactly what Eve wanted, but Aspen still checked, “What do you want?”
